Page 24 of The Upgrade

Kissing of neck and shoulders? Allowed.

Fondling breasts? Allowed.

Massaging of buttocks? Allowed.

Digital penetration? Allowed.

“Okay.” I sit back in my chair as a fizzle of excitement rolls through me. “Where am I going?”

“Room twenty-four.” Kora goes to a cupboard and pulls out a key card. “You’ll beenchantingthis guest on her private balcony overlooking the sea.”

“Got it.” I admired the balconies on my orientation tour, impressed by how they’re each angled to preserve privacy while showcasing scenic views. “Massage table’s set up already?”

“It’s being arranged now. The guest will be draped for modesty to start. You’ll begin with her shoulders and back.” She hands me a gadget that looks like a regular phone. “Your Crystal Bliss pager for further instructions. You’ll keep that for all resort communications and assignments, plus chats with guests.”

“Got it.” I pocket the device.

“Massage supplies are in the cupboard. You’ll be paged when she’s ready.”

“Sounds good.” I peel off my shirt, since I already know I’ll be bare-chested for this.

Kora hands me a bottle of oil to rub on my pecs and abs. “You feel ready for this, Topher?”

“Absolutely.” I’m glad she’s not calling me Dr. Plier anymore.

Kora smiles. “Let’s start this guest’s stay with a blissful beginning.”

“And a happy ending.” I grin at the cheesiness of it, even as desire rolls through me. It’s an uncanny thrill. “I’m on it.”

* * *

A warm oceanbreeze licks my arms as I step onto the sun-dappled balcony. The guest lies on her stomach, facing down in the massage table’s cradle. It’s angled to give her a glimpse of the sea, and her dark hair’s been pinned to the top of her head. A crisp linen sheet covers her from the waist down, revealing a flawless bare back.

Giving this massage won’t be much of a hardship.

Since it feels weird not alerting her I’m here, I offer a one-word greeting. “Ma’am.”

“Hi.” She murmurs the word and that’s it. No small talk at all, which is fine. I already know she’d like the sound of the ocean, rather than music. I read up on her preferences, including which massage oil she prefers. It’s a light, citrus fragrance made with all-natural ingredients, safe for oral, anal, and vaginal use.

The Crystal Bliss team thought of everything.

After coating my palms with the oil, I begin by massaging her shoulders. Her deltoids and trapezoids are a tight mess of knots, and she groans as I work out the kinks.

“That feels good,” she murmurs, startling me.

Do I respond? “Glad to hear it, ma’am.”

I work my way down, the tips of my fingers grazing the sides of her breasts. I take my time teasing, brushing the edges of those soft, luscious globes before easing away to knead the tense knots in her back. A little work there, coaxing the tension from traps bunched up tighter than twine. Then another light brush of the sides of her breasts.

The guest makes a soft sound of pleasure. “God, you’ve got great hands.”

I know I’m not supposed to talk, but her profile did specify a fondness for dirty talk. Also praise kink.

So I take the risk. “I hope you don’t mind my saying this, but your breasts are fucking magnificent.” As an afterthought, I add, “Ma’am.”

A laugh bubbles out of her, then stops as I glide down her back. “Oh, God, there. And thanks.”

For a little while longer, I work on her lower back. The heels of my hands turn her tight knots to putty. After a bit, I lean in to trail my pecs down her back.

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